Being Dead Is Far Worse Than Being Alive Poem by G00dy2 Shoes

All I see is darkness,
as I try to reach out for you,
I don't understand what's happening,
what are all these changes I'm going through?

My body is limp and cold,
my face is wet with tears,
all I hear are mournful sobs
as I lay here full of fear...

Then all of the sudden I remembered,
last night I took my life,
that I felt like no one cared,
so I sliced my wrists with a knife...

I remember writing a note,
explaining and telling my goodbyes,
it was something I had to do,
now I regret it as I lay here and die.

Now I'm in a casket,
I see my family and friends slowly walk by,
they have a miserable look on their face,
none of them understands why I died...

Next my boyfriend places a rose
gently upon my face
as tears drip on my dress
he can't wait to get out of this place

My best-friends right behind him
She cries out 'Why did you have to die? '
She places a yellow rose in my hand
and softly says Goodbye

Then as they lower me to the ground,
I realize I'll never see them again,
That was my final goodbye,
this life had come to a bitter end.

I'm a lost soul, a wanderer,
this place is worse than hell.
I thought life on earth was lonely and sad,
but it's worse alone with no one there to tell.

I don't really know why I did it,
it just seemed like the right thing to do,
but now as I look back on it,
I could of stayed longer to start anew...

Now I see what I did to my loved ones,
and tears fall from their eyes,
wishing they could wake me up,
instead of stand there to mourn and cry.

I thought no one cared,
but now I am proved wrong,
I watch them go on with their lives,
I watch them try to be strong...

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I am writing this to all the people
who have ever thought about suicide:
Take it from me~~it is not worth it
Being dead is far worse than being alive.